“I’m in love with your sister.” His nostrils flare, and he opens his mouth, but I keep talking, rushing out the words so I can get to the point. “I just thought we should get that out of the way. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. And maybe it’s unprofessional—” “It’s unprofessional as fuck, you sleazy prick,” he cuts in. I smirk. “I won’t deny it. But I love her, and she loves me too.” His eyes narrow. “How do you know?” My hand presses against my chest, hoping that the weight of my palm will help subdue the ache. “Trust me.” My voice pinches. “I know. You can hate me for it all you
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